Gravity

Part One:

Screams echoed amongst the dark and angsty collumns of shattered glass and mistreated, disgruntled metal.  The screams fell into a silent embrace with the fiery light that consumed the world within it's embers into a deafening pounding that brought life into the unforgiving surroundings.

I look down in horror and dismay to see unspeakable atrocities once thought to be the work of fiction in the undesirable pits of the human mind. The screams that echoed across the orange bathed box of glass and metal I realized were my own. And as they fell into their silence I realized that was not of my own fault. My matted and burnt hair lay stuck to my burning blistering skin as I lay back, my ears ringing and pounding as tears fall from my burning, dry eyes. Among with other fluids, that once lay dormant inside my own body. I look to see what silenced my pleas for help, and saw a teased and burning rod dug under my ribs. My lungs exposed to the ash filled air and undeniable sounds of crackling and popping as the fire grew closer. My arm misplaced, fallen to the floor of the mangled and anonymous box I was to be left in. I couldn't move..

The fire as if in a passionate display of skill and unchecked glory inched it's way closer to the already destroyed inferno that housed the chaotic energy unfolding. The folded and distressed metal screamed in agony to replace the screams it silenced.  The glass fell into drops to puddle into the hopeless box of despair.

My lifeless and unmoving body made itself known, twitching and oozing unknowable fluids to proclaim it's presence amongst the fiery dance. It's terrorizing screams and pleas to find help fight for it's place in the terrible cacophonic symphony played by the fire and anxious metal. To my dismay it was drowned effortlessly by the seemingly conscious effort to put me to rest. My mind racing a mile a minute felt every second of this agonizing display of inhumane treatment, torture only imaginable from legitimate monsters of Hell. I crushed my teeth to a powder in my jaw as the skin fell, piece by piece to be stuck in my matted and blackened hair, and to the floor to be met by the melted glass and unknowable fluids protruded from my burning body.. My eyes popped and boiled from my skull and it was all black. I could still hear the misery being played by the band of horrors the box made for me.

The fiery ballet was soon brought to a still as the screaming metal squirmed it's way from it's monstrous purgatory, the air took this as a cue to find it's place elsewhere along with the other passerbys the cacophony had gathered. The mangled and bloody corpse of a soon forgotten victim of emotion and existence lay still in the almost incoherent wreck of the car.

I took my final breath, and fell asleep for the last time..